Every morning my father has told me about how the entire lake was overrun by birds but then they all flew away before I woke up. I have to admit I only partially believed him, and even so figured it was just a bunch of birds.
But this is like some Alfred Hitchcock shit. I mean there really were hundreds of birds all along the edge of the lake and then several flying across the lake with murder in their eyes.
I'm just thankful my Dad got me parking under the carport, otherwise I would be coming back to a polka dotted car. Blech.
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